Although Lin Danhan is an old man, he certainly has combat power.

At least the Tumote tribe, the Ordos tribe, the Kalaqin tribe, and the Inner Khalkha tribe dare not fight him alone.

Not only did I dare not fight him, but now I still feel bad when I hear his name.

Look, the entire Guihua City has entered a state of alert.

Not only that, Bu Shitu, who was drinking and watching dancing, stopped drinking and eating meat, and even the beauty was no longer delicious.

First, I ran to the top of the city to see if Lin Danhan's old pussy had come.

Lin Danhan: Oh, sorry, I just passed by, Rabbit, come to the city to look at me, so moved.

Two days later, it was confirmed that Lin Danhan had gone far, and Bu Situ breathed a sigh of relief.

What's wrong with the grassland?

Why do you feel that the situation suddenly changed overnight?

First, Shu Budi was killed by the Ming army, and then Lin Danhan came back.

Not normal, too abnormal!

He immediately wrote a letter to Huang Taiji, hoping that Huang Taiji could send troops to end Lin Danhan.

Time quickly moved to the end of September, and there was a clear chill in Beijing.

On this day, the emperor brought all civil and military officials to the Martyrs' Shrine of All Deadly Soldiers.

Then the Ming Express found some soldiers who died on the battlefield and introduced them in a column.

From family background, to joining the army, to some small deeds in daily life, they are all written in detail and vivid.

And it is written in vernacular.

I haven't finished writing yet, and there are still many storytellers who are talking about it everywhere.

For a time, short stories of soldiers were circulating in the streets and alleys of Beijing.

The status of serving in the army in the late Ming Dynasty was very low, and he could not eat enough or wear warmth, and he was also angry with the officers, and he might be betrayed as cannon fodder at any time.

Anyway, most people are miserable.

In an era of collapse of trust and continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters, just tragedy is not enough to constitute a black humor era.

Not only are the soldiers miserable, but many of them are also forced to do evil just to survive.

Many ordinary people actually hate rough and barbaric officers and soldiers.

Therefore, it is not just about reorganizing military discipline and building equipment.

We must also establish an image for the army again, so that the army itself feels that it is glorious and upright, and thus allow them to strengthen their self-requirement from the inside.

At the same time, it also attracted more people to join the army.

This is the military matter.

When it was almost October, Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou finally returned from the border.

They have been there for about half a year.

Needless to say, Hong Chengchou's, ten thousand people left, and there were less than three thousand people left.

Sun Chuanting's Shenwu Army was slightly better, with more than 8,000 people.

Fortunately, I won the battle.

Up to now, the new army's military power has been completely exerted.

The most urgent task is to re-expand the number of people.

Chongzhen set a goal for Sun Chengzong and Li Banghua that by next year, the total number of the Beijing Guards will increase to 120,000.

There were actually only 60,000 before, and one was played in the grassland and Liaodong respectively. Almost nearly 30,000 were killed in battle, and there were still 30,000 left.

In other words, 90,000 people need to be expanded.

After all, for a long time to come, war will be the main theme of the north.

After talking initially with Sun Chengzong and Li Banghua about the general assembly of the Beijing Guards next year, Chongzhen faced another big problem: money!

This thing is the basis of everything.

The treasury is now empty, and the ministers will pay their wages by the end of the year.

If it cannot be issued, the court will lose its trust and will lack confidence in future administrative reforms.

So, you must find a way to make money immediately.

What?

House search?

I definitely can't copy it for the time being.

Why?

From last year to this year, the trick of raiding houses has never stopped, and several princes have been copied.

It has to be slowed down, otherwise the rabbit will bite people if it is anxious. The prince will tear the face and recruit soldiers and horses from the local area, and will send people to encircle and suppress them.

This caused trouble for yourself for no reason.

After thinking about it, Chongzhen already had several solutions in his mind.

It is actually not difficult to solve these problems. At least there were 200 million people in the Ming Dynasty, and they were so large.

Isn't it easy to make money?

Just say that now, does Chongzhen really have no money?

How could it be that there was no money at all?

Qianyuantang, which started working at the beginning of last year, has already been pulled up at the back end.

The financial report from Yang Sichang yesterday showed that Qianyuantang accounted for 1 million taels this year.

Rich people from all over Shuntian Prefecture came to buy them.

Even the Zhending Mansion next door, Baoding Mansion, is very popular.

Who doesn’t want to improve their quality of life?

Next year will be a year to expand Qianyuantang and drive the scale of the daily necessities industry.

Besides, isn’t there any Daming Tobacco Bureau?

It has been a year since the emperor has no time to ask about it personally, he will lay a few eggs out.

Of course, the regularization of taxes is also a means of making money.

However, one thing Chongzhen did immediately was to issue an order to cancel all the salary of the royal family.

This means that no local governments have to pay the royal family’s princes for this year’s autumn tax.

This must be a huge expense.

Time flies, and it is already late October.

The autumn tax in the south has been collected for more than a month, and many places have achieved results.

By October 20, the Ministry of Revenue gave Chongzhen a tax memorial for each province and listed it.

The autumn tax collected a total of 8 million stones, which consumed 3 million stones and left 5 million stones, which was converted into silver, 3 million taels.

The summer tax revenue is from the north, and the total amount is 1 million taels.

In other words, I collected 4 million taels this year.

The emperor threw the memorial directly on the ground and said angrily: "Nan Zhili, Zhejiang Province, Huguang Province, Sichuan Province, Jiangxi Province, and Guangdong Province, combined, only 8 million stones were collected!"

Bi Ziyan knelt there and shivered: "His Majesty calmed down."

"They bully people too much! They bully people too much!"

The chief minister of the cabinet, Zhou Yanru, also knelt aside and did not dare to say anything.

"Okay! Very good! What does the tax authorities do for food!"

Bi Ziyan said: "Your Majesty, you have already collected everything, you are collecting everything according to the rules, others..."

Chongzhen stared at Bi Ziyan and asked, "What about the others?"

"It is said that there are tax-free places, there are also landless fields, and... there are still people who have no fields under their names."

"Shameless!" Chongzhen overturned the candlestick on one side, and the thing fell to the ground.

"This is a force to ask if the sword in my hand is sharp!"

"Shameless!"

Wang Chengen said on the side: "Don't calm down, please calm down."

Chongzhen held the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly, and blue veins swelled up on the back of his hand.

After a while, he relieved his anger and said, "You guys go down first."

"I'm going to leave."

After the ministers went down, the little eunuch began to pack up the things scattered on the ground around him.
Chapter completed!